waking in the morning, affected by your sleep,
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your vision is blurred, you cant feel your feet.
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your body is cold, you dont feel quite right,
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you cannot what happened during the - night
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you get off the floor- trying to stand, it is so hard.
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your circulation, seems to have stopped, whats going on?
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you feel your way- to wash your face- It takes forever
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On the way you fall down, straight onto something wet.
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It smells like blood, a smell you can never forget.
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You stand up again- you're nearly there
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but you cannot see- or feel your legs
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but you know you are close- living there all these years
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but now you enter, the room you seek
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hoping that water will help you see
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you stumble across the room.
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the effort has left you weak.
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you search blindly and finally turn the faucets on,
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underneath you hold your hands,
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then splash it on your face
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panic flows within- something's not right.
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You can only see from one eye-
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you think thats because theres just one.
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You turn around to find the mirror on the wall,
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the reflection makes you retch,
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"what the- fuck is
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going - on here?"
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You scream.
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Then a memory from the night before
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makes you look down at the gun on the floor
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standing there with half a head
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you wonder why you just didn't stay dead.
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Netherworld Reality
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Psycroptic |